I hope you’re reading this Jake. Something that happened yesterday changed my life forever. I traveled through some portal thing and got jacked across outer space to some weird place called Venner.

Well, back to the beginning. After we finished those boring classes at school, I got on my bike and headed home with you on that road with lots of small hills. You remember that, don’t you? We kept on riding until we got to the place where we split up going to each other’s houses. Getting home was about ten to fifteen minutes or so biking past many stores, houses, buildings, all that good stuff.

As I said before, something changed my life forever when I was home. When I stepped up the stone steps of my house, just when I put my hand on the golden doorknob, I heard people talking. I knew my mom was one of them because I could tell by her voice and because she’s always at home cleaning the house and making dinner for my family. The question was who was the other? I decided to listen for a little longer just to make sure I really didn’t know this person. Then, I realized I actually recognized this voice, but I just couldn’t seem to remember that person. I thought for a few long seconds. It then came to me this guy was my uncle. Yup he’s my uncle. He’s the one with mountains of money. He was the one that turned my basement into a giant arcade for my eleventh birthday. He also gave me that hi-tech hoverboard which was basically a skateboard but had weird feet holders, jet engine on the back that never turned on, and two jet engine hover things that made it hover.

Anyways, my uncle was the epic uncle that everyone wanted to have. When I turned that gold-painted doorknob, my mom didn’t seem happy at all. She was almost at the point where she would cry for a pretty long time. The only words I could spit out were, “What’s wrong?” They both looked at me with a look that told me to just simply shut up. The look scared me a little and I sort of hopped a little as I got the message and backed up to the stairs where I went up to my room to lay down a little when suddenly my uncle busts into my room. Uncle didn’t look happy, not at all. He looked in fact, nervous. My uncle never was like this. He was always a jolly guy and almost never had a negative attitude.

“Have you ever seen me like this, Carter?” asked Uncle.

He didn’t even need to listen to my answer, he just went on.

“Then you should know how important this is,” he continued.

My mom went to the master bedroom and took a nap. Something didn’t seem right about Uncle and mom never takes a nap unless she’s like really upset, like so upset her eyes could blow up with tears. The chances of that happening were like one out of a thousand days. When that happens though, you do not want to be near her because last time I tried to help out, she kicked me in the butt pretty hard and sent me flying over in front of my bedroom door. Trust me from where she kicked me and where I landed, it would’ve been around three or four meters apart. So I’d keep a distance from her when that happens.

“Carter, get your hoverboard and give it to me,” said Uncle.

I went in the garage and got it out and passed the gadget to Uncle. He turned it over which he told me never to do because I might accidentally turn it on and set that blue hover burning fire thing or whatever it was in my face and get maybe a really bad fourth degree burn. I definitely don’t want that. If I got that burn I would most likely just simply die.

Anyways, he turned the thing over and took off the battery casing thing. There was some kind of red switch on it that my uncle flipped. He put back the casing and turned it over.

“Now get on and turn it on,” he said.

Getting on was simple. All I had to do was put my feet in the feet holding things and pull the strap there to tighten it. I flipped it on and the board came to life, but this time the booster thing on the back was turned on. Controlling it was simple. Just lean forward to go forward, backward to stop, and either side to which side you need to go to. When I leaned forward to test it out, I went like seventy miles per hour. It was just unbelievable. Uncle got on his hoverbike and rode with me to an abandoned parking lot. I didn’t even know there were abandoned parking lots in New York City.

To my surprise, the place was still lit up. We got off our vehicles and looked at the place. It was an underground parking lot which was pretty unusual. In front of the entrance was an old beaten wooden sign that said, “Turn back now!” That was exactly what I wanted to do because the parking lot was creepy. Uncle and I went in and saw a hobo sitting there with a bunch of newspapers under him for some kind of bed. We passed him silently watching him shiver with cold in his ripped t-shirt and tattered shorts. We walked through the place and came across this giant glowing eye. I jumped back like I did at my house and watched as the eye came out into the light and I realized it was some kind of one eyed dog that creeped me out so bad that I fell over onto the concrete floor and hit my head. His woof of a dog was more like a monstrous roar. He scared me in so many ways. The creature had razor sharp teeth and claws, a monstrous roar, and most of all a huge eye that told you he was hungry.

“It’s a quig,” said Uncle.

“It’s a what?” I asked.

“It’s a quig.”

“What’re those?”

“I’ll tell you later. Right now, we need to get out of here.”

He was right. That quig was about to pounce on us at any moment now. This quig looked like he hadn’t been eating for days. Maybe weeks even.

“Carter, run!” Uncle said.

I ran out of here as my Uncle said, “Look for a door, I’ll meet you there.’” I kept running and running like a maniac looking left and right for a door with a picture of earth on it. I turned around to see if I missed it somewhere, but what I found made my heart stop. There was a quig bigger than the last was chasing me from afar. This guy was gaining up on me, quick. Those guys are quicker than regular dogs, by far. For some weird reason, these quigs kind of acted like lions rather than dogs. Now he was ready to pounce on me. He leaped seven feet in the air and then, KABOOM!! I heard a gunshot that echoed through the ominous cavelike parking lot. The quig was shot right through the stomach and roared out in pain. He fell down from his giant leap and hit the ground that caused a small earthquake for a few seconds. Blood was streaming down from its wound and its eye slowly closed. I saw more quigs charging in for trouble. But then, I realized they were going after the wounded quig for a nice dinner.

I couldn’t tell where the bullet came from, but then my uncle came in and said, “Like my new Desert Eagle?” I never knew Uncle ever even had a gun. I went over and gave him a hug.

“Why am I here?” I said.

“I’ll explain later but right-”

“No, tell me why I’m here or send me home.”

“Well . . . we have to go help some people.”

“Help who? Help them with what?”

“That would take me forever to explain and . . .” he pointed at the quigs in front of us. They were very close to finishing up their big feast.

“Okay then,” I said. “Let us get out of here.”

We ran out of that place fast. Like literally, seven or eight miles per hour, running. We both forgot about everything that happened right there because we were focusing on getting away from the quigs and running. After a while, I saw this dim light that flickered every once in a while.

“Is this it?” I asked.

“Yup, we are here,” answered Uncle. “Now say what I say.”

“Now say what I say.”

“Very funny, Carter.”

“Very funny, Carter.”

“Okay that’s enough.”

“Got it.”

He looked at the door and said, “Venner.” The door opened and when Uncle went through the door he disappeared. I tried the same thing, “Venner.” The door opened and when I went inside, I was teleported into some weird world. This place was weird, it was snowing when it was ninety degrees on Earth.

Uncle was changing his clothes for some reason.

“Hey, why are you changing your clothes?” I asked.

“They don’t have anything we have on us in Venner,” he replied. “Here, change into these.” He handed me some animal skin stuff that people here probably wear.

“Do I have to take my underwear off too?”

“They don’t have boxers in Venner.”

Gee, the clothing must’ve felt itchy for Uncle. But when I out them on these animal skins were like pajamas. They were real comfortable and soft.

In the corner of my eye I saw a mane. I turned around and saw these funny looking lions. “Hey are those lions?” I asked.

“How many are there?” asked Uncle.

I counted them three times.

“I got twelve,” I said.

“We’re going to have to use this,” Uncle said as he pulled out a sled from behind the bushes.

The sled was made of cracked wooden planks reinforced with some leather. There was a spear shaft on the side with a giant one meter spear with a sharp arrowhead made out of a stone I couldn’t really identify. The bottom sled things were made of a really heavy type of wood. They were really stiff and obviously really strong. To steer the thing there were two leather cords which you’d pull to steer. The big snow slope was the steepest mountainside I’ve seen, and with all those giant monster lions, we’d never even get close to escaping.

“All we need out is one,” said Uncle.

I was wondering what he meant then I remembered in the parking lot. All it took was one to distract all the others.

“Are you ready?” asked Uncle.

Honestly I wasn’t but just to make my uncle feel good I said, “As I’ll ever be.”

That’s when the quigs smelled our scent. They roused from their sleep and spotted us. We were just too late. My fault I guess. I asked too many questions. These quigs acted much swifter and more aggressive than the Earth ones. Or maybe I was just tired since it was probably around ten at night in earth hours.

“Carter, spear quick!” shouted Uncle.

I got it and hurled the powerful stone-tipped weapon at a quig and it stabbed him in the neck. Uncle went over pulled it out as the lion cried in pain. Now all the quigs gathered up and gobbled the half-dead quig up as we got on the sled and sped down the enormous drop. I hit a wall and passed out unconscious.

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We rushed out the door and examined every corner and room for the class. You probably know what happened, no luck. Not even a clue about where they were. There were footprints from other people but I don’t think any of my classmates had dirty shoes and if they did, I wouldn’t be able to figure out which one was theirs and if I did know the design on the bottom of shoe, I still wouldn’t be able to figure it out because the ground was splattered with dirt and had pieces of food on the ground that people left behind. You could tell that the janitor didn’t do a very good job. We looked out the door left and right. Suddenly I felt someone grab me by the arms. I turned my head. The (fake) detective was grabbing me and my teacher was grabbing Luke.

“You are under arrest for setting the school on fire and for stealing the Mona Lisa!” said the detective.

“What?! When did I ever. . .” I was yelled and I was angry.

“Jane, when did this rascal go to your school?”

“Ummm . . . I believe it was yesterday,” she said.

“The incident happened two days ago. That was just enough time for him to get back. It has to be him!”

The whole class gasped. I noticed the ripped part of the coat. I remembered all of the clues.

“Hey, we’re going the wrong way boss, what’s this?” I said holding up the piece of cloth.

The (fake) detective looked scared after I said ‘this.’

“W-what d-do you m-m-mean?” he said frightened.

“And what’s this?” Luke said holding up the burnt string.

“Th-that’s the string I burnt before I took the Mona Lisa.”

“So you admit it. Good choice.”

Luke immediately dialed 911 for the police to come. It took a long time because it was from theUnited states.

We went inside and bought two hats and two t-shirts. We changed in the restroom and came out looking different.

“Hopefully they won’t recognize us,” I said.

We ducked behind people as we saw the class walk in the museum.

“Where did they go?” I heard someone say.

“Probably back to the airport,” someone else said.

“I think so too,” another said.

They all started talking about where we probably were. We sneaked to the place where the Mona Lisa should’ve been. This time we saw a tiny burn mark. It was so small, not even a ant could fit in it.

“We’ve found our first clue Luke,” I said. “A burn mark.”

We looked down and found another clue, a muddy footprint. The print looked small and wet. It looked too small to be an adults print. The class started to come in our direction. I thought we were in trouble again but they went the other direction.

“Phew, that was a close one Luke,” I said relieved that they weren’t coming in our way.

“Hey Luke,” I started. “Let’s follow them.”

“To where?” he asked.

“Wherever they go.”

We were exhausted and wanted to get a drink of water. We were jumping and rushing and doing all sorts of things to not be seen. Once while we were rushing to the restroom to do you know what, one of my classmates turned around almost looking straight at me. I would’ve been in jail at the next hour probably. When I got out, I found a piece of cloth laying on the floor. It was brown and looked like it was ripped off of something. I thought about brown stuff that I’ve seen in the museum.

“Luke,” I said. “What do you think this is?”

His eyes focused closely to the piece of cloth.

“I think it’s part of the detective’s clothes,” he said.

Then, I saw something on it. I flipped it over. There was black paint on the back of the piece of cloth.

“That’s weird. Why’s there paint on here?” I said.

“Yeah, that’s funny,” said Luke.

“Let’s go to the boss’s room.”

“Yeah.”

We went to the room and looked. There was no one there. We looked everywhere. Nobody was there. Then I turned around to look at the window. It was broken.

“Luke look!” I said tapping him on the shoulder.

We ran over and looked down. Something wasn’t right. The broken glass was outside of the building. We had to get some information.

“Luke I’ll be right back,” I said. “You just look around.”

I ran out and found the nearest worker.

“Do you know when the Mona Lisa was stolen?” I asked.

“Um . . . I think it was on the twenty- first. The security camera says it was around nine-o-clock,” the worker said.

“When does your boss leave?”

“At nine-thirty.”

“Is there anybody else besides him at that time?”

“Besides him? Um . . . the janitor but no one else.”

“Okay, thanks.”

I ran to where Luke was and said excitedly, “Luke, there’s two possibilities of who it could be.”

“What?” he said.

“There’s the janitor and the boss.”

“Now, we just have to- wait! The cloth, it’s probably the detective’s. Remember the matches? He must’ve used those to burn the string that was use to hang it up. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I have the burnt string right here.”

He took out a string about four to six inches long. The two sides were burnt.

“Luke, I have one more thing to ask the worker,” I said as I ran out the door.

I found him at the same place.

“Hey, where is the boss?” I asked.

“Oh hi, he said he was going on a trip toChina,” he replied.

Now I knew who stole the Mona Lisa. It had to be the boss.

“Where’s the janitor?” I asked.

“He’s still here,” he said. “Just takin’ a break.”

“Thanks.”

I ran back as I heard the worker say, “Any time.”

I went in and said, “We’ve got our man Luke.”

He looked at me and smiled.

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The ride took about an hour and was so boring I almost fell asleep. At the airport, I woke myself up by putting lots and lots of cold water on my face. The time was eleven-o-three. I looked at the schedule.

“We don’t have much time Luke,” I said. “The plane leaves at eleven twenty.”

“We’ve gotta be quick,” replied Luke eyes wide open.

“Let’s move!”

We ran up and down the stairs trying to find tickets toParis. We rushed left and right but still couldn’t find any tickets. All we found were tomatoes from hamburgers, ripped up pieces of paper, and water bottles thrown around trash cans. Then, I found two gold pieces of paper laying on the ground. I ran to them. They said: Ticket toParis. Best seats in the plane is yours.

“Dan, we found two one million dollar tickets!” said Luke.

“These are really one million dollars?!” I asked.

“Of course, do you think I’d lie to you?”

“Nope.”

“Hey, it’s eleven eighteen already.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“C’mon! Let’s run!”

People got in our way and blocked us. We had to walk there which would’ve taken us about five to ten minutes until someone called on the intercom, “We will depart toParis,Francein a few seconds.”

People ran all around the place trying to find the plane toParis. I had to wait until everybody was done running like maniacs to get on theParisplane. I gave the man who took all the tickets the golden tickets. He took them like he wasn’t surprised we had them. We ran to the best seats in the plane and sat down. They were probably the most comfortable seats in the world. It felt so relaxing just sitting on the seats. We had TVs, video games, drinks, snacks, and many other great things. The plane took off and we were off toParis.

The ride was great we got off and immediately ran to theParis,Franceairport. When we got there, I saw my class walk up the escalator.

“Hide!” I whispered to Luke.

“Why?” he whispered back.

“Class!”

We ducked behind two tall green plants. Luckily they didn’t see us.

“Luke, next time I say ‘Hide!’ hide, okay?” I said.

“Got it,” Luke answered.

We ran up the escalator trying not to be spotted by the class. We sneaked behind stores and restaurants that the class walked by. When I walked out someone was looking at me and I quickly jumped back hoping they didn’t see me.

“Was that Daniel?” asked my classmate Josh.

“Josh, you were probably just seeing things. You really need to get better glasses than those cracked pieces of junk,” said someone in my class.

“Phew,” I thought. “We were almost caught.”

“Man, that was close,” said Luke.

“Yeah I thought the detective was gonna arrest us.”

The class went downstairs and took a bus to theLouvreMuseumor also known as the Musée du Louvre. We had to sneak over to the bus which was pretty easy but getting on the bus without being seen by our class? Now that’s tricky. We’ll either have to be seen and get punished or not be seen, which would be pretty rare, and get very uncomfortable.

“Luke, do you have a plan for us?” I asked hoping he did.

“Sorry, nope. I’m smart but I’m not that smart,” he replied.

“I guess we’ll have to wait for another bus than.”

“Yeah.”

The wait was long and boring. About twenty or thirty minutes I believe and we had nothing to do. But when the bus did come, I said, “Luke the bus is here.” I punched his shoulder a few times. He was sleeping. I punched harder and harder. He never woke up.

“Must be a heavy sleeper,” I thought.

After about two minutes he woke up.

“Is the bus here yet?” he asked.

“We missed it ‘cause of you. Why did you go to sleep?” I asked.

“I was just tired.”

He yawned.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Okay let’s wait another few minutes,” I said.

Another twenty or thirty minutes past, leaving Luke and I way behind the class on the case. I was bored. I was glad that Luke didn’t go to sleep this time. We got on the bus and waited until the driver said, “Musée du Louvre.”

We ran off the bus and went in as quickly as we can.

The place was large. It looked almost fifty times larger than an apartment building inChina(the apartments there are very very tall). We went inside and saw many crowds of people there looking at great works of art. But, when we got to one wall of artwork, there was a huge space that looked about two feet wide and taller than me. I knew that it was the Mona Lisa’s spot. Then, the class came and they spotted us.

“We’re in trouble Luke,” I whispered.

Luke turned around very quickly. He looked at me.

“You’re right. We’re dead,” he said.

“What are you doing here? Daniel!?” said my teacher, Mrs. Anderlin.

“Um . . . looking around,” I said.

“Why did you come toParisthen?”

“Uhh . . . we . . . wanted to . . . look at the art museum.”

“Arrest them!”

The detective came and took out handcuffs.

“I really hate to do this boys but your teacher paid me,” he whispered.

“I’m not letting this happen,” I said. “C’mon Luke. Let’s run!”

We ran out the door and hid under a tree. It was a long wait before we lost the class. We needed a new plan.

“Luke, got a plan besides sneaking?” I asked.

“Um . . . Yeah,” he said. “Listen closely.”

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It was a bright sunny day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and you could feel the warm summer breeze rushing by your ears. I’m Daniel Remirza. I’m thirteen years old and I am in sixth grade atDaisyElementary School. I’m pretty good at sports and I like playing with my friends but I have probably the worst grades in school. I bomb my math tests, flunk language arts, I am not good at geography, and I get grades so bad on my science tests that the teachers at my school created the grade “G.” Even the teachers act like I’m the worst person that they’ve ever met. I can’t believe that I’ve been asked to be the leader of this great case. The Mona Lisa . . . was STOLEN!

“Daniel can’t be the leader,” started my classmate Sarah. “He’s bad at everything.”

A detective just came into the classroom to talk to us about the Mona Lisa case. He had a light-brown hat and a light-brown jacket. In his pocket was a small box of matches and a magnifying glass. He had a mustache and his hair was dark brown. He had brown eyes and light-brown eyebrows. You could tell he really liked brown just by looking at him.

“I’m sorry Sarah he just looks like a good detective for this case,” said the detective. “You never know Sarah, sometimes the worst people become really great heroes.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” whispered Sarah.

You could tell she was really disappointed. I stood up and said, “I’ll do it. I just need one or two people to help. Who would like to come?”

Nobody raised their hands. I got real angry and balled my fists. I felt like slamming everyone with a good hard punch.

“Then-then I’ll do it by myself!” I shouted angrily.

I rushed out the door and sat down on a nearby bench. I wanted to cry. Even my one best friend Luke didn’t want to come. I getting tired fast and very soon, I fell asleep.

I felt a tug, then a kick, then a whack in the face. I woke up and found Luke in front of me. The school was burning and all you could see was flames. They were everywhere. No fire extinguishers were near us. We were trapped.

“Hey Dan, you got your water bottle?” asked Luke.

“Nope,” I replied.

“Then we’ll have to go to plan B.”

“What’s plan B?”

“Okay Dan, you see those flames?”

He pointed at the flames that just started a little while ago.

“Stand there and hold out your hand. I’ll do the rest.”

I ran over and held out both of my hands. Luke ran, stepped on my hands, and leaped across the flames. He got a fire extinguisher and demolished the flames. We ran through the school destroying every flame we came across. Then, there was a flame about ten times bigger than the rest. We didn’t know what to do. The fire extinguisher ran out of its chemical. Beads of sweat went down my face. We had to think of something fast. The flame was burning everything. The ceiling was ready to fall on us. Luke took out a soda can and tossed it into the fire. It got smaller but only a little.

“You got any carbon dioxide stuff?” asked Luke.

“No,” I said.

“Okay, then we’re dead.”

The fire turned gigantic. It was probably ten or eleven feet tall now. Now we were really trapped. There was no way out. Then, I saw something that could help.

“Luke, the water fountain!” I said.

He looked at me like I was crazy.

“How are we gonna reach that?” he asked.

“I dunno,” I replied.

I had to do something. I didn’t have water or anything that could destroy flames.

“Wait,” I said taking out a magnet.

I threw it at the water fountain. BANG! It stuck on and the fountain started shooting out water.

“Now we just need something to make it shoot at the fire,” said Luke.

Suddenly, the ceiling shook. It was cracking open. Small pieces fell down to the ground. This is the weird part. Magically, two fire extinguishers fell from the ceiling. I picked one up and started spraying the whole fire with the chemical inside it. Almost immediately, the fire was gone. Luke and I ran as fast as we could out the front door. We were outside now. Nobody was outside. It was like they simply just disappeared.

“Where’d they go?” I asked.

“They said they all were going toParis,France,” said Luke.

“But . . . why?”

“Don’t you know? The Mona Lisa is there or . . . was there. They wanted to take your spot as detective.”

“Im-impossible!”

“It’s true Dan. When I was out here, I overheard them about going toParis,France. They talked about the plan. The plan was to go to the airport and fly there when you weren’t there. They said it was a perfect chance for them to get revenge on you.”

“Revenge? What did I ever do to them?”

“I don’t know but I’m sure they do. I think we’d better hurry up and catch up to them.”

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They crawled swiftly over to us and tried to stomp on us. We slashed, hit, blocked, dodged, and everything we could to destroy them. The furniture rushed out of the house and made angry faces. They started charging into the spiders knocking them far away over houses breaking their legs and their body apart. The stone tarantulas were harder though. They were much bigger and their rock and stone bodies made them almost invulnerable. I tried burning them with flaming spheres of magma but all that did was make them mad. Laura started hurling tornadoes which also did nothing because of the creatures’ weight. Jonah tried to use balls of electricity to get them but did nothing. Lucas tried hurling tidal waves but only made them wet and furious. Now the furniture did a big role in the war. They used all the plants they could find and neatly straightened them. They glowed bright green and all of them landed in front of me. In front of me were plant arrows with sharp tips and a bright green bow. I picked them up and got ready to shoot. When I shot, the arrow pierced right through the stone and landed on the street.

Then, dozens of plants and grass grew around the creatures. A while later, they were pinned to the ground firmly. They started squirming and kicking but all it did was make the plants get them even tighter. They faded shortly after I shot the arrow. Most of the spiders died. There was one left. I jumped up and stabbed my sword all the way through him. I thanked the furniture for the weapon and watched as the monster roared in pain.

“RRRAAAAAARRR!!!!” it roared painfully crying.

It faded away immediately.

“We’re done!” I said.

“Let’s go home!” shouted Jonah.

We went home. I said bye to my friends as the furniture followed me. I went inside.

“WHOA!” I yelled frightened.

“Gotcha!” shouted my mom. “You did it!”

“Yup.”

“Awesome, now let’s go have dinner.”

It really was an ultimate quest. I ate dinner and kept thinking about it. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. It was the most awesome thing I’ve ever done in my life.

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I dodged his attack and Jonah shocked him with electricity. He looked back at us. Jonah was amazed. The electricity had done nothing. All it did was make him faster.

“Jonah, did you know that I am also an electricity person? Do you know what that means?” He asked.

“What,” said Jonah.

“I am immune to your attacks.”

He went in front of me and knocked me out of the way with a push that shocked me badly. I watched Lucas and Laura combine their attacks. A hurricane demolished the house one slab of wood after another. The people didn’t care though. Only a few fire warriors rushed out the back door. My friends made sure that I wasn’t getting sprayed. Then Jonah joined in and put electricity in the hurricane. Now it was a powerful laser. Water warriors ran out the back because they can get shocked pretty badly by electricity. I helped hurl fireballs on the plant warriors who were using plants to tie-up my friends. I only hit one who burnt to death and faded. Then, they all ran away.

“Well, that was easy,” said Laura.

“Yeah, it was,” said Lucas.

We went outside and thought we were safe, but in front of us was probably an army of at least a million magicians. Then, I got a call. I took out my cell phone and said, “Hello?”

“Hey, Zack, what’s happening to our furniture?!” asked my mom.

“What do you mean?”

“They disappeared. I know you have something to do with it. BRING THEM BACK!”

My mom was angry now. I realized that I should’ve looked when something floated by me. That was probably what she was talking about.

“Are you ready for war?” asked one of the magicians.

“You bet I am,” I replied.

“You asked for it.”

Trees popped out of the ground and opened their eyes which were crimson red. Their branches moved and their roots helped them walk. Rocks came to life. They flew threw the air and clinged together like puzzle pieces. Soon, about a hundred trees were in the army and about a hundred rock soldiers were walking towards us. Then, all of the magicians raised their swords and signaled many spiders and tarantulas to come. They merged the trees and spiders together to make giant wooden spiders that moved around with purple venom dripping from their needle sharp fangs. Their eyes were blood red. Just standing in front of one could kill you. They merged the tarantulas with the rock and stone soldiers and made giant stone tarantulas. They seemed so heavy that they could smush you just by touching you.

“Oh no,” I whispered staring at the army of magicians. “We need an army.”

“I agree,” said Laura.

The leader raised his sword again but this time, instead of twirling it around and around, he stabbed it deep into the surface of the earth. The ground rumbled. It felt like an earthquake but worse. We were stumbling and rolling. Grass was growing super-fast and strangled us. Some of it started wrapping around our necks and choked us. I was glad that it didn’t choke me that badly. Just when I reached for my sword, grass wrapped around our hands like handcuffs but tighter. I didn’t have enough energy to destroy the plants with fire so I just stood there painfully.

“Give it back,” the leader said.

“What (cough) are you (cough) talking about?!” I replied.

The leader just got mad and somehow sent dark magic into my mind. This was torture. It made me think of horrible things. Witches cackling and flying , jack-o-lanterns coming to life and laughing, and all sorts of scary things.

“YOW!!” I cried.

“Torture, huhn?” said the leader. “This is the magic of nightmares. Now you will suffer from this magic forever. You’re mind will ache, your soul will turn black, and you will become evil and ten times more powerful with evil magic. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

“You can’t.”

But he was right, I was feeling better and stronger. The long grass shrunk back to its regular size. A dark-purple light glowed around me. I was being controlled by the magicians.

“Zach, destroy them!!” yelled the magicians.

I took out my sword and immediately it turned into a sword with a white circle that glowed brightly. It became much longer and now I was turning into a giant. I was growing bigger by the minute.

“A moon sword,” whispered the leader. “We’re all doomed. It’s already four o’clock. By midnight he’ll have an army of werewolves, werecats, and were-everything.”

“Break the spell!” the magicians shouted.

“I-it’s impossible. We’ll just have to fight him.” Said the leader frightened.

“NO!” yelled my friends.

“We have to it’s the only way!”

“Fine, but if he dies . . . you’re gonna pay. CHARGE!” shouted Lucas as he shot a tidal wave at me.

The wave wasn’t that big so I just bashed it out of the way which sprayed many magicians. Jonah sent tons and tons of volts of electricity but all I felt was a small sting. I put my hand up letting the electricity come into my hand. Jonah probably knew what was going to happen because five seconds after I started getting electricity, he stopped it. I swung my arm throwing a ball of electricity that was probably felt like about a ton (I mean ton as in: A ton is equivalent to 2,000 pounds) of electricity. It struck my friends and the magicians pretty badly because they were bleeding and covered in a bunch of dirt. Laura used her last bit of energy to summon a tornado to destroy me. I just picked it up like it was a piece of paper and used it like a leaf blower to blow everybody away like they were bugs. They flew back about twenty yards and could barely get up. Now I realized what I was doing.

“My friends,” I thought.

I had a plan. I still had the moon sword. I remembered the skull’s words. You can send messages to people. I sent them a message.

“Tell the magicians to get in one place,” I sent them.

Somehow, they knew it was me.

“Everybody get together,” said Laura painfully.

The magicians got together in a group and I slashed their heads off with my sword. They faded away. I turned back to normal. Then, I heard a sound like someone was stepping on leaves. I turned around quickly. The wooden and stone spiders were ready to attack.

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Everything was old. Sofas were ripped-up, water dripped from the rusty faucet, broken clocks, old fashioned TVs, and books lay on the floor. The wooden floor creaked as I walked slowly on it. Delicate vases contained dead flowers. The house was more like a haunted place than a house. I looked at the calendar.

“That’s weird,” I started. “This calendar looks new.”

“What calendar?” asked Lucas.

“This one.”

Then I looked at the date. I started shivering. Inside my mouth, my teeth were chattering like crazy.

“Impossible, today!” I said.

“What do you mean?” asked Jonah.

“Today!”

I pointed at the calendar still shivering. It had all the days crossed out until it got to 30, October 30 is today. On the top, it said 2011 in fancy numbers.

“Impossible!” shouted Jonah squinting at the calendar.

“The Casters,” said the skull. “They live here.”

“They do?” I said.

“Yes, they do. They’ve lived here for centuries.”

Right after he said centuries, a light appeared. It was dark purple and had purple flames all around it. It changed into a skull made of purple flames.

“Who dares,” it started in a booming voice. “Why, Zack, hello, we’ve been expecting you.

The skull’s flame went away and instead was a hooded man. He took off his hood. He looked familiar.

He said, “Hello, Anderson, Jones, Thand, and Cretting.”

“How do you know our last names?” I asked.

“I used to teach all of you. Do you not recognize me?”

He did look familiar. I thought about it but all that did was give me an extremely bad headache. I could tell the others were thinking because they were sweating and covering their heads. I got real angry. He was trying to make our heads hurt and I didn’t like it.

“STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!” I shouted angrily as loud as I can.

“Oh, so you wanna play? Sure!” he said as he summoned a water sword.

It glowed bright-blue until he grabbed it. He twirled it around and around in the air. When he was done, tons of hooded men came and had water swords in their hands. The swords were different though. They were surrounded by some kind of dark forcefield. The colors of them were dark and black.

“Sons and daughters come!” shouted the man.

More people with hoods came. Now about a million dark magicians were in front of us.

“How are we gonna kill them?” I asked the skull.

“That, I cannot answer,” he said as he changed into one of the dark magicians.

“You will need some protection,” replied the skull as he did weird motions.

Four lights glowed in front of us. They turned into the shape of swords. Each of them glowed a bright color. In front of me was a light that glowed flaming red. In front of Lucas was sea blue light. In front of Jonah was an electric yellow color. And in front of Laura was a white light. In a second, they dropped to the floor. Now they weren’t glowing anymore.

“These swords are the swords of the heroes. You, Zack, have the sword of fire, it allows you to control fire and create fire when you want it. Lucas, you have the sword of the sea. You can create storms and hurricanes. Jonah, you have the sword of electricity. You can control people with electricity. Laura, you have one of the greatest swords of all. You have the sword of air.” said the skull.

“So what if I have the sword of air,” replied Laura.

“With that sword, you can control air. You can take air away and force it away. You can create tornadoes and if combined with the others, you can make flaming tornadoes, electric tornadoes, giant hurricanes, and all sorts of destructive things.”

“Whoa. This sword is that powerful?”

“Yes, it is. Oh, and one thing. You can send messages to people.”

“Okay,” we all said.

“C’mon let’s go!” I yelled.

We rushed to the house. Then, out of nowhere, a ninja appeared then another and another. Three ninjas surrounded us.

“Who are these?” I asked.

“The warriors of Caster,” said the skull. “Be careful, they have similar swords like yours.”

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me.”

Suddenly, one of them aimed its sword at us and a giant dragon of flames appeared. It breathed fire but I blocked it. I tried to cut it but it was no use. It went right through him. A while later, it charged at full speed and knocked my sword away. The dragon went so fast, I was forced about five feet backwards. I glanced at my sword. It sat by a tree but didn’t have a scratch on it.

“Zack, get out!” Lucas shouted.

“What? Why?” I shouted.

“STORM!!”

Lucas was pointing his sword at the sky and a shower came pouring down.

“RRRRAAAAAAARRR!!” cried the dragon disintegrating in the water.

Soon, the dragon was gone. The ninjas looked mad. Their eyes almost looked like fire was burning in them.

“You’re a goner Zachary Anderson,” said one of the ninjas as he stepped forward. “We are the warriors of Caster, the king of magicians. You’re no match against us.”

“I’ll destroy you before you know it,” I replied. “YOU are the goner.”

“RRRRRRAAR!”

He hurled a blue sword towards me. It missed by an inch sailing back and bouncing off Jonah’s sword. The ninja put his hand out and the sword immediately went back to his hand.

“Water swords are your weakness,” said the ninja. “If you just touch one you will feel much pain.”

“You can’t destroy me,” I replied angrily.

The ninja charged at me and I summoned a fireball and hurled it towards the ninja.

“AURGH!” the ninja cried falling back onto the ground.

He got up and I put my sword in my sheath after focusing on it and allowing it to fly back to my hand. I summoned many fireballs and kept throwing them onto the weakened ninja. I threw about a hundred of the hot spheres. Finally, I finished him with one mighty stab with my sword.

“AAUHH!” he cried as he faded away.

The other ninjas ran (almost looking like they teleported) to a tree. They cut it off and forced it in my face. I was pushed back a long way and smushed under a tree. I summoned some fire and let it burn the dark brown bark of the giant tree. I didn’t get to cut it because my sword sailed out of my sheath and landed many meters away from me. While waiting for it to burn I watched the others slash at the ninjas. Something floated by me as I was watching them. I didn’t bother to look though. My friends weren’t doing so well. None of them came back to help. I tried pushing the tree now. It moved but only made things worse. Now my feet were suffering extreme pain. I almost cried. The fire was doing nothing. It only made the wood a little bit weaker. Somehow, I managed to take one of my feet out and break the wood. It rolled downhill.

“WATCH OUT!” I shouted.

My friends turned around immediately. The ninjas probably thought it was a trick because they just went towards my friends. My friends jumped and the ninjas were knocked over. Their swords flew across the grass and landed right in front of me. They were green and red. I picked them up and threw them like spears. They landed on their owners who picked them up but faded right away.

“I guess we’re finished with the ninja business,” I said.

“Yeah,” replied Lucas.

“C’mon let’s go!” shouted Jonah.

“Yeah c’mon,” said Laura.

We walked in front of the abandoned house and walked inside.

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It all started when I was playing with my friend, Lucas. We were having a sleepover and weird things started happening. I’m Zachary Anderson but my friends call me Zack. I’ll tell you what happened. Horrible, nasty things started happening today when we went on the quest. It started off nice. We were playing electronics. We were having a cool time. Everything was great. Lucas brought some snacks. He brought bags of Doritos, Cheetos, and several other snacks. We were having fun and doing . . . you know . . . normal stuff.

It was almost the best day of my life until it happened. The doorbell rang. It sounded weird because I usually just hear a DING, type of sound. It was like a bell’s toll combined with a screeching noise. It took me a while to realize it was the doorbell because of that. I sneaked towards the door taking many tiny steps. It rang again. It was more like a wolf howling this time. I opened the door slowly. In front of me was a skull. I let out a little screech as I tumbled back hitting my head on the wooden floor. It was white and hard. Its eyes were filled with flames. It glowed bright-blue as it floated up to my face and said, “You are in great dangerAnderson.”

“H-How do you know my last name?” I asked shivering with fear.

“I have known you forever.”

“Um . . . Zack where did he come from?” asked Lucas.

“I-I don’t know he just appeared at the door.”

“SILENCE! I must talk to him,” shouted the skull. “Zack, to get out of this danger, you will have to accept a quest. We will start tomorrow and invite two more people to come.”

“I accept the quest.”

“Then we will start tomorrow. . . immediately at sunrise.”

“Let’s finish partying, go to sleep, and start tomorrow.”

We went downstairs and continued to play. Soon, after ten o’clock, we went to sleep. The next morning, my mom was staring at me angrily.

“Hey mom. Why are you staring at me like that?” I asked.

“WHY DID YOU HAVE TO RIP DOORKNOBS OFF THE DOORS?!” she asked angrily.

“What do you mean? I didn’t.”

“Then what’s that about?”

She pointed to the door. Surely, the doorknob was gone.

“And watch this,” she said.

She took a camcorder and showed me a video. There I was, going to the doorknob, biting it off with my mouth. It was weird because when I opened my mouth, instead of regular teeth, I had the sharpest teeth ever. I swallowed it and went back to my sleeping bag.

“H-How is that possible? I don’t remember getting out of my sleeping bag,” I said.

“You did it to all of the doors!” she shouted. “All of them are gone.”

“B-But . . .”

“NO BUTS, RETURN THEM TOMORROW!”

She stormed out of my room and made some breakfast.

“They are coming,” said the skull.

“Who are?” I asked.

“The Castersons. The sons of the evil magicians. They controlled you with evil magic. You were probably sleeping during that time.”

“Oh.”

“You will have to start the quest now. You need two more people. Who will you choose?”

“Lucas, you pick one first.”

“Jonah. He’s smart and he’s athletic in many places,” Lucas said.

“I’ll pick Laura. She‘s good at quest type things,” I said.

“I will summon them here,” the skull said.

Instantly, Laura and Jonah popped out of nowhere and dropped to the floor.

“Why am I at your house Zack,” asked Jonah.

“Yeah, why are we here?” asked Laura.

“We’re going on a quest. Would you like to come?” I asked.

They looked at each other then turned towards me.

“Sure!” they both said.

“Looks like we’ve got four,” I said.

“We’re ready. Now we must go,” said the skull.

We walked out the door and began our ultimate quest.

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You might’ve thought it gotten better, but guess what? It got ten times worse. Right now I was at the mountain. The one where the draytaur through me off. It wasn’t that I couldn’t fly across the mountain, it was that there was an army of draytaurs there with rocks that said DR on them. They were armed in full magical armor, had the DR rock, and had a sword or lance in their hand. I was doomed. How could I get across that mountain without being caught?

“Hey bud now what?” I asked.

“Mmmm . . . ya,” he said pointing to himself.

“You know those people?”

“Ya.”

“Go tell them to let us in, okay?”

“Ya.”

The dragon flew over to the draytaurs and said some dragon language. I could understand them. Probably because my dad made the dragon. The dragon said, “Can we get in?”

“No,” the draytaurs said.

“Please we’re going to half-magic camp.”

“No, you may not get past unless you beat us in a battle.”

“But, that’s not fair.”

“Nothings fair in the world of magic. Are you fighting or not?”

“Fine we’ll fight.”

He came back and got me to help. I stood up and slowly trudged to the draytaurs. I wasn’t going to lose this time. I was ready to bash them. The dragon was fired up. He was going to kill the freaks. I had an idea. The draytaurs wouldn’t be able to deflect a giant meteorite.

“Bulalakawdo!” I shouted.

A meteor bolted towards the army. It was so fast you could barely see it. The draytaurs were dashing out of the way. The meteor cast an explosion of dust and rock. I heard some whispering. When the dust cleared, the draytaurs looked exhausted. A few fainted.

“Okay, you’re too good of an opponent you may pass,” said the leader.

“Thank you,” I replied.

We went on through the mountains and thought they were scared of us, but guess what? They turned around and the leader said, “We’re not done with you, Punk.”

I turned around, “I thought you said we could go, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but we were faking. We will kill you both.”

“You’re not winning, not this time.”

I suddenly remembered the hydra. I turned it into kuldvedulikul by ramming into it. I could do the same with the draytaurs. My wand was ready to get them. This was going to be the battle of the millennium.

“Schildbaldola!” I shouted.

A piece of iron wrapped around me. It was shining brighter than the sun, it was at least an inch thick, and it had a symbol on it. Good thing I was partially magician, I knew what it said. It said: Magical steel. One of the hardest materials in the world of magic. I was glad I had this steel. I could ram them easily.

“Is that all you got?” asked the draytaur leader turning his lance into a bomb.

“You really think you can destroy my shield with a bomb? This is magical steel.” I said.

“Well this bomb is called steeleater. It’s strong enough to turn steel into ashes.”

I was going to be killed. This was the best idea I ever had in my life and it was going to be ruined. Then I remembered, magical steel is the only material that is invincible. He was lying!

“Liars!!” I shouted.

“How are we liars?” they asked.

I wasn’t going to waste any more time. This was the end. Then another idea popped into my head.

“Buddy, blow fire on the shield ball around me,” I said.

“Ya,” he said as he blew flames onto my shield ball.

The place became hot. Not just like . . . um . . . seventy degrees more like ninety degrees. My shoes felt like they were on fire. The cloak I had on was killing me. This was my chance though, to demolish an army. I charged towards them. Burning them badly. Then, when the shield ball wore off, there weren’t any draytaurs anymore. Just kuldvedulikul and the dragon dancing happily.

“Let’s go bud,” I said.

“Ya,” he replied.

“Fluterimo,” I said drawing a star.

We fluttered up in the air and flew towards camp. Then, I heard a splashing sound. It came closer and closer and it popped out of the water beneath us. There in front of us was a sea-devil. He was mostly black, had glowing crimson eyes, shining white fangs, ripped up wings, and the longest arms you’d ever imagine. He had six tentacles coming from his back. They were purple and had claws at the end of them.

“Trolasero,” I said drawing a trapezoid with zigzags.

It blasted out fast. I thought it should’ve killed him but after the electricity stopped, I looked at him. He was totally unharmed. I rubbed my eyes just to see if I was seeing things right. He was still unharmed. He threw one of his tentacles at me.

“Uugh,” I said flying back five feet.

My arm was hurt. I checked it. There was a cut. Not like bandage cut, but a hospital cut. It was killing me. It felt like it was two inches deep. The flying magic wore off and I closed my eyes. I was unconscious.

When I woke up, the dragon was bouncing on my stomach like it was a trampoline. I looked around me. It was the place Cyton died, which meant we were almost back.

“Buddy, could you get off?” I asked.

“Ya, ya,” he replied.

“Fluterimo.”

I floated up in the air and I charged towards camp. It only took a minute. The draytaur came and said, “Hello, my young hero. You’re back already.”

“Yeah, um-” I started.

“Where’s Cyton?”

“At my home.”

“Why’s he there?”

“He died along the way and my dad told me he was there.”

“Oh.”

“Should I get him?”

“No, this is the time for you to go home.”

And I went through a portal home. It was the greatest adventure of my life.

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I charged towards the ground as the dragon got ready to breathe fire. He floated to the ground. I heard a sound of swords slicing, fire burning, and all sorts of violent things.

“Stay here bud, okay?” I asked.

“Ya, ya,” said the dragon as it closed it’s eyes, folded up it’s wings, fell asleep, and started snoring.

I trudged towards the noise and sneaked into the temple. There was a knight in dull armor. I thought their armor were supposed to be shiny. I ignored it and went towards the magicians and there was my dad trying to kill him with magic.

“Hello my son!” he said excitedly.

“Hi dad,” I said.

“Rick, we’re having a big problem with this knight and where’s Cyton?”

“Um . . . uh . . . he kind of . . . died along the way.”

“H-h-how?”

“A hydra killed him with electricity.”

“I hate hydras. They always try to kill people.”

“Yeah.”

“Now first things first, let’s kill this demon.”

“Yeah.”

“Rick this is an earthling, you’re the only one that can kill him. You’re part-human and part-magician you know.”

“Yeah, but I thought regular humans can’t live in this world.”

“Rick, this earthling came through a portal and came here, and you cannot die in the temple no matter what.”

“Oh, well let’s try to get him back through the portal.”

“No! He’s partially a priesas. They are the enemies of magicians.”

“Then how come magic can’t affect him?”

“Rick, priesases can’t effect magicians and magicians can’t effect priesases. Only you can kill him. Turn your wand into a sword and destroy his body.”

“But how?”

“Just draw a cross in the air.”

“I don’t need to say anything?”

“Nope.”

“Now kill him!”

I drew a cross with my wand and immediately it turned into sword. The blade was made of magical silver and steel. The handle was made from iron, leather, fairy cloth, and wand metal.

“A silverviper,” said Ferandulus.

“Is it a good sword?” I asked.

“Yes, one of the best.”

“Now I will kill this demon.”

“Be careful, priesases are difficult to beat.”

“I will.”

The fight began. I could sense where he would attack, even when he shot a bow and arrow. I blocked them all with silverviper. It went on forever. Attack, block, attack, block, etc. This guy must die, I thought. That’s when he got ambushed. I jumped in the air and cut his arm off. I thought he would surrender and go back to his home but instead, two arms popped out in his cut off arms place.

“What!? Impossible!” I cried.

“See they can’t die in the temple,” said Ferandulus.

Then I remembered Cyton’s words. ‘If you were just a regular human then you would suffocate in this world and your body would get destroyed by the gas on this planet until there is nothing left of you.’

Then, I got an idea.

“Hey, fatface why do you have three arms? Why do you look like you put your head in some trash? Why do you have armor that’s dull it makes you look dirty. Well, stinkface I gotta go right now bye.” I said.

The knight got mad, he was about ready to wreck me into a-million pieces. He ran towards me not realizing he was going to die. He jumped out of the temple trying to tackle me then, he fell and couldn’t breathe. That was the end of him. A glob of purple gas came down and devoured his body and hopefully not remembered again. My father came out and said to me, “You did it son, you are a true son of the greatest magician of all time.”

“I guess I am,” I replied.

“Well, I guess you need to go back to camp. You’ll find Cyton lying in your room Rick, Bye!”

“I’ll see you sometime later.”

“Bye!”

“Bye!”

I set off on my journey back to camp. I woke up the dragon and set off.

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Now I’m packing up my things. My wand, dragon food, food, drinks, spell book, etc. I grabbed my pack and went over to where Cyton was.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Ready,” he replied.

“Then let’s go!”

We went to the meeting spot and waved good-bye. Cyton and I went on our journey to the temple. We walked towards the temple slowly. It was 85 degrees Fahrenheit here according to my watch. I didn’t get how the dragon was not tired at all.

“He is the magician who created the gas on this planet, the magician who made the first half-magician, and the magician who wrote the spell book.”

“He wrote the spell book?”

“Yes, indeed.”

“Cool!”

“Your dad’s even better than mine.”

“Well, yeah.”

“He made the first dragon, magic, and shaped the land on this planet right?”

“Yup.”

“Whoa! Look!”

There in front of us was a Hydra (multiple headed dragon). He had a metallic head, a regular dragon head, and a half-metallic head. He charged his head at me at extreme speed. Its head jabbed me in the stomach and set me flying twenty feet back.

“Schildbaldola!” I yelled drawing a circle with an X inside.

A piece of metal wrapped around my body as I charged towards the hydra. Boom! I set them flying into the trees of a forest. A second later it melted into a golden liquid. I walked towards it.

“Don’t go to it,” said Cyton holding out his arm.

“Why not?” I asked.

“It might reform. Some monsters reform after they turn into kuldvedulikul.”

“What’s kuldvedulikul?”

“It is the monsters blood.”

“Oh, but how do they reform?”

“How they reform is still unknown. All we know is that they can reform.”

“Let’s go.”

“Yeah.”

Our dragon was curled up in a ball behind a rock looking scared.

“It’s okay little buddy he’s dead,” I said.

Then suddenly, I heard a rustling sound. I looked behind me and there was the hydra, coming for a rematch.

“How did it . . .” I said.

“I told you this just might happen,” Cyton replied.

This time it was different, the monster had five heads. One was metallic, one was regular, one was half-metallic, one was a cyclops, and one was made of rocks. They all could breath fire, water, electric, gas, and smoke. They started breathing fire and electric. I was shocked badly by electricity. Cyton was getting burnt by fire badly. I couldn’t stand up to get by spell book. Cyton’s cloak was turning black, his skin grew darker, and he was almost going to get killed by the flames of the dragon.

“Cyton!” I yelled.

“Urpistolar!” yelled Cyton drawing a rectangle with lines in it.

Water burst out making the flames vanish. That’s when the bad part came, all the heads of the hydra opened their mouths and shot out a hundred volts of electricity. Cyton was shocked terribly bad. He said his last sentence, “Goodbye, Rick Jackson,” and he vanished.

My stomach roared with anger.

“Trolasero,” I said randomly drawing a trapezoid with zigzags in it.

A mighty laser of electric burst out of my wand forcing me back two feet. The hydra roared in pain. Then it turned into a glop of kuldvedulikul. I fell to my knees and fainted.

When I woke up, I looked at my dragon who was happily dancing around on my back.

“Come on buddy. We’re going to have to do this ourselves,” I said.

“Ya, ya,” said the dragon.

“So come on, we have a long ways to go without our friend.”

“Pphhhttt.”

“We might see him again.”

“Hmm hmm.”

“Let’s go.”

“Ya.”

We were on our way to theTemplewhen we got to a river that was too dangerous to cross. There were whirlpools, serpents, and evil mermaids ready to kill me. But I wasn’t going to let that happen. I looked in my spell book and looked in the “useful spells” section. Ah-ha, just what I needed, I thought.

“Fluterimo,” I said drawing a star.

I floated up into the air and charged down towards where the monsters were. They showed their sharp teeth shining brightly in the sunlight.

“Trolasero!” I shouted underwater drawing a trapezoid with zigzag lines in it.

First one lightning bolt came out then two then three. And after about five seconds, a-thousand volts of electricity shot out of my wand hurting the monsters so bad, they turned into dust. There wasn’t one bit of kuldvedulikul. I was stunned. Am I really that good at using magic, I thought. I shot back up to the surface and smiled at the dragon.

“C’mon bud let’s go!” I said excitedly.

“Ya, ya,” said the dragon smiling.

“Fluterimo,” I said drawing a star with my wand.

I flew up in the air and charged toward the island up ahead. I landed gently on a mountain. Then, in the distance, I heard a twig snap. I sneaked towards the sound and there, holding a rock, was a draytaur, different from the one at camp. He had a scaly body, muscular legs, a fat red tail, and wings bigger than any of the wings I had seen before. He had his eyes pointed straight at me. I took out my wand. The draytaur took a piece of the rock on the mountain for a shield.

“Trolasero,” I shouted drawing a trapezoid with zigzags in them with my wand.

Again, a-thousand volts of electricity shot like arrows towards the draytaur. That’s when the draytaur got smart he got his shield and blocked off all the electricity. The rock was unharmed. I was shocked. How could that have happened? It should’ve broken the rock to pieces. That’s when I noticed the marking on the rock. It said: DR which I thought meant draytaur rock. The draytaur shoved me off the mountain. I searched for my wand. It was gone! Then, something fell. It was my wand and it was broken! The dragon saw me, swooped down, caught me, and landed me gently. Glad I had the dragon. The draytaur (the one at camp) was right dragons do help a lot.

“Thanks bud,” I said quietly.

“Ya,” he cried.

“We probably have to get a new wand for me bud.”

“Na.”

The dragon licked my wand and somehow repaired it. It became as good as new.

“Thanks bud!” I shouted excitedly.

“Ya,” replied the dragon.

“H-h-how did you do that?”

“Mmmm.”

“Don’t know do you.”

“Ya.”

“Well let’s continue.”

“Ya, ya!”

We went on towards the temple until I could see a temple. The temple had bright lights around it and was entirely made of different valuable stones. I could already sense something was wrong.

“Fluterimo,” I said drawing a star with my wand.

I floated towards the temple and I got my wand ready. That’s when the trouble started.

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It was a dark winter night while I, Rick Jackson, was drawing creatures and monsters that I thought were never alive before. Dragons, Ogres, Elves, Satyrs, and much more. I got tired and more tired until I fell asleep in my bed. In my dream I was in a world, much different from earth. It had Dragons and Knights in shining armor riding on Horses that had armor shining brighter than the sun. Suddenly, a lightning bolt struck me and I was being shocked I ran, jumped, skipped, galloped, and crawled the whole time but the lightning bolt would not get off me. Then after a second, I was laying on the ground asleep unharmed.

The next morning, I felt weird. It made me feel like I could predict the future. I washed up and went downstairs.

“Morning mom,” I said.

“Morning Rick,” She replied.

“What will we have for breakfast?”

“Waffles or pancakes?”

“Pancakes.”

“Okay.”

“Is there syrup?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Those are the only things that my mom cooks well for breakfast, waffles and pancakes. I’m getting tired of pancakes and waffles. Once in a while we go to a restaurant but we’re poor and we live in an old beat-up barn with five pigs, two cows, four horses, two dogs, three cats, one rooster, fourteen chicks, five chickens, three hens, a million bugs, ten-thousand birds, a lot of plants, and three people. It takes hard work to manage the farm. I ate my breakfast then right after I was done . . . DING DONG!! The doorbell rang. I opened the door. It was my friend Carson.

“Hey bud,” said Carson.

“Hey,” I replied.

“Watcha doin’?”

“Nothin’.”

“What do you wanna do then?”

“Dunno, you pick.”

“Whata ‘bout . . . that card game you got.”

“Clinterson Creatures? Sure!”

“C’mon let’s go!”

“Yeah!”

Clinterson Creatures was our favorite card game. It had all of the best creatures in the world! Dragons, Satyrs, Ogres, Elves, Knights, Demons, Devils, and best of all . . . time travelers. They had a brown cloak with a hood with a wand that had a giant crystal, ribbons, and a symbol on it that said TT for time traveler. Then, I sensed something was different about this card. Something that could make me see something I didn’t know about myself. Then I started to do weird motions with my hands that gave me a brown cloak with a hood. And then I felt my pocket it felt weird. I got out my old cell phone and it immediately turned into a wand. When I looked at Where Carson was he wasn’t there anymore. In his place was a time traveler, smiling at me.

“Carson! You’re a time traveler?” I asked.

“No, my name is not Carson.” He started. “My name is Cyton.”

“Cyton, are you a time traveler?”

“Yes, and so are you.”

“I see.”

“And we’re not actually called the time travelers. We’re the magicians.”

And right when he said magician, we were in a new world. It’s the world in my dream, I thought.

“So you’ve had the dream huh.” Cyton said.

“What dream?” I asked

“You know that dream about a different planet then earth.”

“Oh, that one. How did you know?”

“Magician’s can read minds Rick. They are the most powerful living things in two worlds.”

“So I’m one of the most powerful living things in the world?”

“Not exactly, You’re actually part human part magician. Rick you know your Dad who got in a car crash and was missing?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“Well, he must have been one of magicians.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re here.”

“WOW!”

“If you were just a regular human then you would suffocate in this world and your body would get destroyed by the gas on this planet until there is nothing left of you.”

“Whata ‘bout you? Are you a part human part magician person?”

“Yes, Rick everybody in this area are like that. Your dad is in The Temple of Magicians.”

“Do you know him?”

“No, but we will soon meet him. C’mon let’s go to the camp.”

“Yeah.”

The camp was really well protected. It had a pit of acid all around the camp and a dragon guarding the entrance of the camp. There was almost no way I could get across. Then Cyton took out a whistle and blew. It made no sound. The dragon woke up though.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s a dragon whistle,” Cyton answered. “Each dragon has a different type of ear so each dragon has a different whistle.”

“Does everybody have a dragon whistle for this dragon?”

“Yeah, and we need to get you one.”

“Let’s go!”

I got to meet the Boss (or whatever you want to call him). He was a draytaur (Half dragon Half Human creature). I recognized him. Good thing I got experience from the card game Clinterson Creatures.

“Hey, draytaur hi,” I blurted out.

He turned around.

“Ahh . . . Rick Jackson,” he answered.

“How do you know me?”

“I’ve known you for a long time Rick. We all can sense when there is a new magician born.

“Really?”

“Yes Jackson.”

“Then magicians must have a lot of magical abilities and I . . . um . . . need a dragon whistle for the dragon guarding the door.”

“Yes, I will get you one.”

He went into the room where baby dragons were taken care of or what I call the dragon room. He came out and gave me the dragon whistle.

“Now don’t lose it. I only have one left,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

“Follow me, I need to start training you.”

I followed the draytaur until we got to the training place. There were magicians and draytaurs training everywhere. The magicians were using magic spells to attack strong metal dummies. All of the Draytaurs were using swords or bow and arrows to attack targets and straw dummies.

“So . . . where do I start?” I asked.

“Whata ‘bout here.” He replied pointing to a metal dummy.

I looked in a book that had multiple spells. I looked in the table of contents. It said:

Draw a circle in the air with your wand and say: Golpemagicocres. For more and faster punches, draw an X in the air and say: Magiastempla

I did what it said and a hand formed. It balled up into a fist and hit the dummy so hard it hardly looked like a dummy anymore. The dummy turned back to its regular shape. I tried the next one.

“Magiastempla,” I said as I drew an X in the air.

This time, two hands appeared and balled up into fists. One hurled itself to the dummy and the other chased right after it. They did it about three or four times. I quickly looked at the next spell as the dummy started to lift its arm up to throw something at me.

The shield

Draw a triangle in the air with your wand and say: Fortaescutso. For a giant metallic shield ball draw a circle with an X inside and say: Schildbaldola.

A giant shield appeared and the darts that the dummy threw bounced off uselessly. This world is amazing, I thought as the shield faded away. I went to the next spell.

The lightning bolt

Draw a straight line in the air and say: Dienboltclo. For two at the same time, Draw an oval with two lines coming down and say: dienbulonggo.

A blast of electric shot down faster than an arrow. It shocked the dummy so bad it burnt to pieces. I tried the second one.

“Dienbulonggo,” I shouted as I drew an oval with two lines coming down with my wand.

Two big bright lines of electric striked the rest of the dummy so bad it turned to nothing but a burnt up wooden stick.

“Aren’t you a powerful one,” said the draytaur.

“You haven’t told me your name yet, what is your name?” I asked wanting to change the subject.

“I usually only tell people when they beg me to tell them my name. It’s just too annoying for me.”

“Yeah, I understand.”

“What time is it?”

“Whoa it’s nine o’clock P.M. at earth!”

“That means it’s nine in the morning here.”

“Oh that’s cool.”

“Now keep training. You might get a mission sometime and you’ll need to know these techniques before you get to have one. Jackson, you are two times more in danger than humans. You can be affected by regular and magical weapons.”

I did what he said and looked at the next spell.

The fireball

Draw an oval with your wand and say: Bolapicor. For a meteor draw a circle with a square inside with your wand in the air and say: Bulalakawdo.

I did the first one.

“Bolapicor,” I said as I drew an oval with my wand.

A rock about the size of a tortoise flew rapidly past me and burnt part of the stick off. I went on.

“Bulalakawdo,” I said as I drew a circle with a square inside with my wand.

A giant rock the size of an elephant charged down with extreme speed and finished the rest of the dummy.

Suddenly a lightning bolt came down and struck the ground beside me and there standing right beside me was a man with a brown cloak like mine and a wand in his hand that looked much fancier than mine. He gave me a letter and flew away.

I opened it. It said:

Dear Rick Jackson,

I am so glad you made it here. You must help me in the temple. We are having trouble with something. Get a mission right away from the Draytaur. I will be waiting.

Your father,

Ferandulus

Now I new who my father was, Ferandulus. I rushed to the Draytaur.

“Draytaur I know who my father is. His name is Ferandulus,” I said.

“What did you just say? Your father is Ferandulus?” he asked looking frightened.

“Yes, look,” I said showing him the letter.

“Y-You are the son of th-the magician who shaped the land on this planet, the magician who made the fierce creature the dragon, the magician who made magic, the most powerful magician of all time!”

“No wonder my magic was so strong against the dummy.”

“Yes.”

“And I want to tell you something else.”

“What?”

“I need a mission.”

“Why?”

“Look at this letter again. Here.”

“You really do need one. But I need to give you something first.”

“What is it?”

“You need a pet dragon.”

“Why?”

“He helps you in every way Rick. On your journey to the temple you will get confused on which way to go. The dragon though will be able to smell the scent of the magicians. And that’s only the first way. There are many other ways he will help.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem, just be careful with him he’s only a baby.”

“I will.”

“Would you like to take someone with you?”

“Yes please.”

He started to blow a horn that meant drop everything and come to the meeting spot.

“Who would you like to take on your mission?”

“I would like to take Cyton with me.”

“Cyton would you like to go with Rick to the temple?”

“Yes please.”

And that’s where it started.

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It was a Sunday morning, I was just packing up all my stuff to get to Worlds of Fun. I was thinking about all the fun rides I went on last year the Mamba, Boomerang, the timberwolf, prowler, etc. Boy I am going to die there, I thought. I thought about the rides again. I was almost done packing up when my mom said, “Andy, get packed up, dressed up, and let’s go!”

I zipped my pack and went and put on my shoes. I opened the garage door, got in the car, and buckled my seatbelt. On the way we picked up Renny’s dad. He talked with my mom the whole way witch left me with nothing to do. It was obviously boring. We parked the car at Gold’s Gym and waited for Renny and Clara to come out from their dance class. It felt like a million hours until they came out (one reason was that I was very bored). They changed their clothes in their van. So far this trip to Worlds of Fun isn’t going so well for me.

When we got there, we looked at all of the rides. I was pretty amazed that I forgot it was so big. I asked if I could go on the Finish Fling and Renny’s mom said, “Okay.”

The Finish Fling was a little room where you spin around so fast that you stick to the wall. When the floor goes down, that’s when you really know you’re sticking to the wall. But don’t go on it too many times, you could get a stomachache. When I was done we went on the Sea Dragon. I thought it was pretty boring at first but when I went on it, it was really fun. It looks like a Vikings’ ship that swings up high back and forth and makes you feel like you’re going to fall out of your seat into the pond beneath it (just to let you know, it kind of makes you want to wet your pants).

That was when I started chanting, “Mamba! Mamba!”

But instead we went on a roller coaster called Patriot. I was actually surprised that I liked it since I predicted that I wouldn’t. It was different than all the other roller coasters ‘cause instead of sitting in a car, you’re actually sitting in seats that hang on some bars with wheels. I have to admit, it was one of the best rides I’ve ridden on. After that again I chanted, “Mamba! Mamba!”

Instead we went on the Boomerang. I already went on it before so I knew it was really fun so I didn’t really mind. It goes up a hill and then when you hear a “Psstt” sound, you drop rapidly and go in loopity-loops. After you go around and around, you go up another hill and after you hear a “Psstt” sound, you come down rapidly (again) and do the same thing but backwards. I rode it a few times. As usual I chanted, “Mamba! Mamba!”

Finally we got to go on the Mamba. It was the fastest roller coaster in the park. It was a giant roller coaster where you go up a really steep hill and drop at 75 mph! It was also followed by a series of smaller hills. They all lift you off of your seats.

We rode on many more rides too. I loved them all. It was a great trip.

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One day when Max was getting out of school, he spotted a candy store that was just built. He went in and got some candy that cost 25 cents. He did not have any coins but the store owner let him have it. How did he get the candy?